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The eternal beady eyes now staring at her inquisitively glistened like a thousand burning stars within the waning lamplight some distance behind them. The looming sinister figure now appeared, a feeble shadow of its former self; Adahia's eyes now adjusting to the forbidding gloominess, rested upon the fragile stature of the matured man. Long threads of mystical silver swathed his entire head draped flaccid down his bony back. Behind the deep creases of wisdom and long hardship, the infinite blackness of those youthful eyes penetrated the very depths of her mind, exposing her innermost secrets and chilling her to the core.
The queerness of the situation became unsettling and the terror began to dawn, plastering itself upon her ghostly white cheeks. Paradoxically the placid composer of the starry cloaked man transformed back to the feeble troubled figure it had been that night on the train.
The passing seconds felt like hours as the two shadows remained froze under the dim, flickering street light.
Swiftly the statue-like form delved his hand into the incessant itinerant cloak. Adahia, quavering under the intensity dare dent close her fixated eyes, now burning from tiredness, through the murky, inexplicable atmosphere.
"I will at last reveal to you what I have wanted to for an eternity". The shaken, broken voice sounded familiar, like a distant dream from childhood, and some how it warmthened her ice-cold heart and a faint smile rose upon her cerulean lips.
A heavenly white hue began to wash away the encroaching, hatful darkness surrounding them. Adahia until now was engrossed by those rodent eyes, but began to notice a strange limp, light-weightedness about her body. Reluctantly peering down, an odd assumption that she was drifting came to her.

Rapidly shooting vibrations stirred up her body in sharp sensations, she was grounded. Pains of glacial bitterness ascended her feet, blinded by dazzling whiteness she remained for a while stupefied.
White, vast emptiness greeted her anticipation. The glum grey sky looming overhead gave the sudden realisation of the loneliness in the baron land.

It was a lost world, once filled with riches of a great kingdom eons ago. Lush, emerald fields situated ancient elms whose roots ran deep into the land. A striking terrain once cherished by the magical folks but deceitfully torn down by the eluding darkness, feared by all the living the Moorahi were known and feared throughout the land leaving devastation within their wake.
Be stilled by the land she stood. Mutely turning to the man she now realised to be a wizard named Hardelli. She looked at him with protruding eyes and a face of sorrowful empathy.
"I understand now".
A smile appeared on the troubled wizards face.